As you did it over and over again.
Beat the world.
Beat the topography of a country.
Beat the accusers and the whisperers.
I never understood the singer-looking-like-young-Carly-Simon thing.
On the other hand, I do understand that one.
You helped millions of people.
Defended your honor.
Such as it was.
Now mainly undone.
I don't care if everyone else was doing it.
I don't care that afterward they didn't give the titles to anyone else.
I don't care if you want to talk about it.
I don't care if you need us to understand.
Jim Thorpe really was the greatest.
They stole his medals for seventy-one years.
Because he played semi-pro ball.
So he could eat.
Now Oprah is going to hold your hand.
And emote with you.
Please just go away.
A broken hearted fan.
Thomas Burke’s Limehouse Nights, 1916
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